I'm supposed to write another post?

Wow you guys. Just wow. Keeping up with all of your demands is getting exhausting.
Although you guys really aren't requesting anything.
But if you did, if you commented on a post and asked for a specific post, or if you asked me to draw something for you, I'd be glad to do that. I'd even add a link to your blog after the picture! Just keep in mind I really suck at drawing people.
Now, to get down to business.
I was recently in San Diego. I actually just got back yesterday. It's so snowy here! What's up with that? I think I liked it better when it was a sunny 75ºF. *sighhhhh...*
It's been decided (by me) that I need to dump more information about myself on you guys, although it's completely unnecessary. To make it easier reading for the victims, I'll do so in a handy little list.

• I really enjoy listening to music. Here's a link to my Grooveshark profile (in case you're actually interested in what kind of music I listen to.)
• Drawing is actually a huge part of my life. Like, a really huge part. I don't know what I'd do without it! Probably live in a constant stage of eating chocolate.
• Chocolate--mostly dark chocolate--is also a huge part of my life. 
• I drew you a graph of huge important things in my life!

Now here's a graph of all the good things I tend to think about the most in life...

The rest of the stuff is stuff I'd rather keep in my mind, thanks. It's none of your business, really, and heavily guarded by mind-dragons and Markus. 

Now here's a graph of...of, uh.....

What should I make a graph of next? I have no idea. *shrug*

I guess I'll show you some mind dragons.

Heck yeah! I have several of these bros here guarding my mind whoooooooooo!!!!

DANG, I FORGOT ABOUT MARKUS!

I was just rereading my blog, and I read over my last post, and I promised you a conversation with Markus, and I DIDN'T DO IT!
I'M SO SORRY!
So here's a post to make up for it, and it's mostly (Actually, all about) Markus.
Here you go, friends!

Sorry bro. Didn't mean to. But we haven't talked to you in forever! We were just wondering how you've been.

Chill, bro. I mean, it's not like it's the end of the world, right? Now say hi.

Wow there, Markus. That's an awful lot of bitterness you're carrying around in your adorable, monster-y façade. Maybe you should take a chill pill.

Oh dear....Markus, get that Chill Pill away from me. They contradict my daily dosage of chocolate.

Uh...aha, Markus.....get that thing away from me, please....

Oh dear, uh, Markus.....I'm afraid I might have driven you crazy.....

NO! Nobody has the power to chill that much! Nobody! If you make me eat it, I'll turn into a.....

Welp. Typing with wings for hands is really difficult, I'm afraid. I probably shouldn't have bothered Markus...this'll take a while to wear off. But, well....it WILL wear off. In a few hours. For now, though, I think I might have to hide under my bed.
I have the strangest urge to go under my bed.
Or maybe in a closet somewhere.
Maybe I'll pop out and scare some people.
Rawr.

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Okay, I'll admit it.
I have no idea what to title this post.
I'm so, so, so very sorry. I really am. I promise I'm not being sarcastic.
I suppose, since I have nothing else to do, I should introduce you to Markus. Markus is a monster, obviously. He only exists in my imagination, but he's awesome. If you've seen the other pictures I've drawn, Markus is the third one down. I'll also put him on this post, if you're too lazy to click the link.
Like I've mentioned before, Markus is totally, completely, and absolutely the product of my imagination. He doesn't exist anywhere else. He was my best friend in Sixth grade, and he technically does whatever I ask him to do. Like, if I told Markus to eat this person that I hate, or give Wesley a piggy back ride, he'd gladly do so. No questions asked.
I guess I should put some pictures of Markus on here!
Wait, first I need to ask him to say hello. Say hi please, Markus. And be polite.

Why Markus. That's hardly polite. You need to learn some manners. Perhaps I should send you to a manners school of some sort?

Markus, I'm simply horrified of your manners today. Go away this instant. NOW.

WHY MARKUS! HOW DARE YOU! GO TO YOUR ROOM THIS INSTANT AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE!

Finally. I'm very sorry, usually he's much more polite....